i can't get into my xanga blog
because enders and charlse are 'editing it '
I'm looking for this
**************
which i have backed up somewhere
its a pain in the fucking arse
artemis shot cupid through the heart
who can trace the path of that dart
calls your little boat to a gold plated warmth
n i wont be able to sleep
with that fry up
k i found a paper copy
n the writing is too small to photograph
tuesday december 13th 2005
Humanitee
Artemis shot cupid in the heart
who can trace that path of a dart
yes he was kililng the young larks
still she is holding him in her arms
this friend is always doing her part
even if sometimes seems remote
it chips up she has the right note
all captured in her wide embrace
suffer to stay human in a rat race
imperfections adorn her world
like baroque mantle piece curls
a sun bows to jumbled priorities
lays masterful moral philosophies
she welcomes al of the minorities
appreciation of life art and people
i shout her praises from the steeple
but not to see a bishop or a deacon !
she is just like the lighthouse beacon
flashing silver rays over the wavy storm
calls your little boat to a gold plated warmth
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